Written for: Discord Drabble Night
Word count: 100
Prompt: Cold
The blood on his hands. The ice in his veins. The rage in his heart.
There was a lot about him that others didn't understand, and her feelings for him bewildered her friends.
But they didn't see him. The gentle way he held her hand. The heat of his body wrapped around her in the night. The passion that simmered below the surface of his skin. The softness of him when he pulled her close, kissed her face, said her name.
He was controlled. He was reserved. He did not suffer any fools.
But there was nothing cold about him.